chomp time

ohgolly:

No one will call if I

- leave my shoes or socks on after an errand

- put on make up or a skirt

- wait for dinner

Everyone will call if I

- cook a large and complicated dinner

- watch an important episode of tv or rent a movie that I don’t want to share

- am drawn into a book or letter

i am DONE applying to farts school, (school for farts). you can check out my portfolio i submitted here and tell me how questionable the outlook is. (one of the entries is a cell phone pic? oh god, maggie, why) FUGGIT.

ON A SEPARATE VEIN i need to stop falling in love with these tumblr-popular baby boys in the hopes that we can one day become internet friends-turned-reallifebuds-turned-lovers. i am an old and happily girlfriended lady/girl, but honestly if i could find one internet tumblrboy that loves what i love (nick cage/any gif feat. snooki/playing soul calibur but onlyasvoldo ) yet describes it more eloquently on his bolg to actually be friends with me in real life then i will ask him to go on ten million dates with me.

i dreamed a dream, dude. the take-away message here is don’t get a B.S. in ecology if you aren’t trying to go get a master’s because you will be a nanny/coffeegirl forever.

also i updated the link to my bolg if you actually want to see my stuff.

that i am good at being a good person, a good friend, or a good girlfriend. or being a good girl. (woman?? eep.) but you see, here’s the thing: i guess i’m not?